"These are your identity marks and strength attire in Xuantian Palace."

"You are in Xuantian Palace, please don't wander around."

"In addition, Tan Ming, your wife can bear the name of a saint in Xuantian Temple."

"When the time comes, someone will naturally come to teach her about the things to pay attention to as a saint."

As Si Rumeng's words came out, the corners of Luo Qingtong's lips twitched slightly.

"Can there still be a nominal saint?"

As soon as Luo Qingtong's words came out, Si Rumeng glanced at her and then said: "Of course there is, otherwise why would my grandfather agree to you?"

"But not everyone can designate this titular saint."

"My grandfather happens to have this power."

"You have to know that there are countless saints in the Xuantian Temple."

"Many of them can only be considered true saints if they awaken the pupil technique and learn the power of the pupil technique,"

"As for the nominal saint, she just has a name and has potential in this area."

"But he may not have that kind of strength and ability."

"And such a saint has certain prestige and benefits in the Xuantian Palace."

"That's why my grandfather arranged such a position for her."

"At least, it's impossible for others to attack her easily."

As soon as Si Rumeng's words came out, Luo Qingtong probably knew what was going on.

Presumably Feng Yuan grew up from a nominal saint before, and later became a real saint.

Otherwise, where did her strength come from?

The named saint should be someone they poached from various places who has the ability to practice eye skills.

Luo Qingtong thought this in her heart, and she probably knew what was going on.

Then he looked at Ye Qianming while holding back a smile.

Well, I have become a titular saint, which is very good.

Now, he can no longer take off his identity as a cross-dresser.

If the people of Xuantian Shrine knew that their divine son was now a little saint in the Holy Maiden Palace, or the kind who came in through the back door, I don't know what they would think.

While Luo Qingtong was thinking this, Ye Qianming glanced at her but said nothing.

This Xuantian Palace was no different than other places, and Ye Qianming was still unwilling to cause trouble for Luo Qingtong.

It would indeed be very convenient to have the identity of a saint.

Even the identity of the nominal saint can still represent his identity and cannot be touched casually.

If nothing else, it would be much easier for the elder to take action.

Ye Qianming thought so and immediately glanced at Luo Qingtong faintly.

This chief executive spent so much effort just to make Luo Qingtong sleep peacefully.

What exactly did he want her to do?

That place, where is it?

While Ye Qianming's brows were slightly furrowed, Min Leng and others on the other side had already picked up their identity tags.

They are not as lucky as Ye Qianming, they are just ordinary disciples under the command of the elder.

Under such circumstances, they had to be extremely careful, lest Elder Qin's people come to cause trouble.

However, Si Rumeng said: "Elder Qin's people will not care about dealing with you now. You are in my grandfather's palace and don't walk around at will.

And Tan Ming, come with me."

After Si Rumeng's words came out, Luo Qingtong nodded, and then they went to a secret hall with her.
Chapter completed!